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Jun 16, 2004 16:12

trailing bits of heaven paper in nights sky
wind lifting up burning ashes
burns my eyes

cut my arm off from the outreach program
bleed a million years ahead.

letting you reach in
grab my flesh
cling to hope
too fast
you were never there

choking a million years this story told

failing to recognize me

and who i really am


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